That was then…
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The follwing is a time-delayed continuation on Yesterday’s post, and before any EX-PAT at la Colonia Roma and/or La Condesa gets their LATTE in bunch, know that ALL Mexicans by pure heritage, knot race, are/somos y seremosHIJOS de La Chingada.
… and Madame Hidalgo, the fact that “LA” francE, will issue a refugee card to Death Squad “intermédiaires” on accout of making LA FRANCE harmony be in tune with “diplomacy” just goes to show why FRENCH BASHING is a very clear and present danger.
But given that the current LEADER of Energy in MEXICO was COMPLICIT in making RAFAEL CARO QUINTERO the myth that he is now, it only goes to show why CHARLES de GAULLE is spinning in his 3rd Base position… pleybol—PUTOS, play ball.
God Bless Champagne.
and the GESTAPO legacy at CITé.
106.7 fm PARIS
BOLA DE PUTOS
AkorDaoZ d’eso 🇦🇷 … no tiene nombre, y saben qué? Es su culpa de vos, BOLUDOS… ¡Pinches perfumados!
Page 27, link from page 33 on, the practical and theoretical implications of:
Torture and other degrading and inhumane sentences, (page in-transit).
Sources close to the current Acapulco “siesta” Times reveal, that it is neither the violence in that particular Mexican part of that federation, nor the SIX rape allegations against the Mexican President candidate for the role of governor in that Mexican State (Guerrero) that are keeping Mr. Nadal out of Mexico, nope, it’s just a bad back…
… Still to come, Billy sings the blues to Freddy Cats (93100) and here is why, Mr. Cats, it’s nothing personal and because i know that you wouldn’t be caught… what’s the word? What’s the word? Dang On It! I forgot what the word is but i’d be a sonovabitch if it doesn’t rhyme with the Mexican themed content of the portrait below, —if you get caught trying to make sense of the context at hand.
With all due respect to the good people of the Georges Méliès barrio in Montreuil-s-Bois, on account that i will be un–Earth[a]ing 2011/12 “Noche de Los Muertos… y las estupidas calaveritas* de Freddy Cats”, because last night (Thursday) someone who works for the most informed cop in France (2021, not 1900) asked me the right question: – – How is it, in the homeless conditions that you have been living in for the past four years, that you are able to do investigative journalism, and why would someone be harassing you in Paris? .:. Les Invisibles is being brought to you by, CAUSETTE, the magazine that pulled an NPR (National Public Radio) move on “bottom-line funding*”
It’s relevant in 2021, ten years after the Mexican effervescence of The Year of Mexico in France, and since you are not going to read this you might not remember that i used to park my bike next to yours on the VINCENNES border of la rue de La Solidarité just in front of rue Carnot on the Montreuil side of the plan.
And to the good people of Metro Stop Croix de Chavaux, don’t pin this on an anti-Día de Los Muertos trip, because just around the Bend of rue Kleber i moved the “calaveras” used in 2011 at La Bellevilloise (burlesque show) for the 2012 Día de Los Muertos at Jour et Nuit (75015)… along with a South Korean and five Mexicans (all women) we set the stage that weekend and there hasn’t been a Day of The Dead celebration that can’t be matched, not yet—not in Paris, France, anyway.
Anyhow, Mr. Cats, i really like your work and the issue is not your action figures, the question At-the-Time was a lead into finding out how the suffering of surviving families of those recently plotted feminicidios were going to be used in the political world of Mexican leaders in France, but i guess you only speak to “official Mexican Zapatistas” from Mexico’s ambassador to France and other official channels.
… gonna sign out now, for a while, because it’s cold outside. Good night.
Va de nuez, Mr. Cats, this post is not about you or about the Grosse Mignone. This post is part of what i do when someone, ANYONE, asks me about the process/technique that i use to do my thing. 9E75A1D6-CB92-431C-B408-1934772411A6 🏨 In other Words, Montreuil–Sous–Bois, i am the messenger, i deliver the content, and when asked i usher in the motherfucking context, and IN CASE YOU MISSED IT, i did all of my motherfucking LEG WORK from 2009-2015, what you are seeing in the Mexican portrait is the KNOTTING of plots that Bruno and Stephanie Menou at the Prefecture de Police à Cité were order not to allow to come to life, metaphorically speaking, ARNO, i guess “that i shot the sheriff and the motherfucking deputy,” Aussie.
Good morning Mr. Cats, in Hilo, Hawaii, the minute hand on the dial is nearing the 19h in HST, here in Paris, Wonder Woman is having a wonder baby; and if the most informed Cop in France checks the Camera of my position last night right before The Reverend Al Sharpton finished his Madam Vice-President Harris edition show, and then follow the fellow who asked me for directions, then you’ll know that the baby is Pakistani and that’s a beautiful mix, here in France. Congratulations to the father if the baby popped out of her momma by now.
… [N]ow, now, Ashley, are you compensating for a lost Plant? Wait, scratch that… Öüï didn’t notice Shrubbie, there was another Palmer framing Shrubie out. Sorry ’bout D.A.T. Ashley Parker, carry on.
Tune in to France INFO 105.5 FM in Paris all They (Wednesday CET/Tuesday Hilo, Hawaï*) to find out about la mafia Calabraise and the link to il Padrino, knot “The Godfather” of your soul... Note to editors: you won't hear the following on any French Frequency, except for the RATP intercom system: Lines 3, B, and D stopped on their tracks at Châtelet on account of a dearly departed fellow who chose the “fast track” to the next stage.
Meanwhile, at the Katy Tur Show… it’s Chínguele, Vero, there’s a breach going on. And still to arrive… it’s Eye feels like Eleanor Rigby without a Church to waste my life in (punto y coma) in sports, the “us” just got a brand new National Sport, read about it, talk about it then hold your tears, this is no time for crocodile cataracts. And if you are current on your MADRINAS, then you know that in Acapulco, “this is no time for Siesta”… [C]híinguele, m’ija because Ted Cruz is going to do a “Mexican rodeo†” and you, of all Pa’Señas, Representative Castro, should know by now that en los Lienzos Charros no hay “payasos” like on that “8-seconds ride”.
📎 Makes no diff’rence If it’s sweet or it’s hot (Cuando calienta el Sol… up next) Give it all that rhythm that you got
One thing, Vero, and Peter Baker can field this, but…
people WHO know, know that Red goes well on Deadline, and Eye noticed that U.S. Representative Madeleine Dean has the same taste in saddles for her pod/capsule, and she’s from Pennsylvania! What a Meanstreak, how about la chance, eh‽
Witt that in mind, do say hello to Alexandro and his big American flag at ‘el bordo’, ¡pero Vero! ¡Veronica, con una chingada!!! You are cancelling out your message, and here’s why:
You’ve got to use Your Fucking imagination (punto y coma) i am Sy Rius, congresswoman. And here is why:
Full–frontal disclosure: i know that it is Way Too Early at 11 o’Clock in CET, but “Messrs. K and H. assure the public, [T]heir production will be second to none… [A]nd of course Donnie’s pony* dances the waltz », period!
You should not, Madame Representative, Eye Says Again, you should knot—admonish the opposition for their tenacity and for using whatever works to reach the purpose; that’s the equivalent of Hillary calling the Michigan militia “deplorables”.
Listening to the What? The WHO? }—~\*> Uso justo de todos los medios… “From YOU i get opinions, From YOU — i get THE STORY — Gazing at YOU i get THE HEAT… OH, LISTENING TO YOU…” VIVA TOMMY!
— EN CONTEXTO
Brontis went ahead and invited The Staff for another waltz at the old Dance Hall of La 6ème Bureau de La Place Louis Lépine… en La Cité de los Dêpot Groupe for the second day of March, “Here we go again, asking where I’ve been…”, and among other documents of important importance, Brontis [an old friend of the Staff] wants some Dang-on referred references.
The Staff, in the mean time, is diligently trying to obtain said “good words” that speak on behalf of their motherfucking well-intentioned Character; PLEASE STAY TUNED for the outcome.
“We’re Caught in a Trap… Oh, let our Love Survive… Mmm, mmM — yeah, yeah…” }—~~~\*>USO justo de todos los ELVISes’es y de todas Las Karos, que como ya lo habíamos apuntado: Me Tiene Pena… ISSY, Corazón, no necesariamente de la que es ajena.
“I Can’t Walk Out…”
without first meeting “Les Marseillais de La Marseillaise”
or some Rock and Roll Band —named like that…
Dimanche 25 février, 2018 “We’re Caught in A Trap” Rue Des Bourdonnais, 75001 …right in the Motherfucking Heart of Châtelet… where motherfucking Vikings
} – – – ~~~ \ *>
… for theuninitiated like say, Ms. Zabludovski over at Buzzfeed punto com punto mx, or “El WaPo” on «Cousins Joe’s » MSNBC’s, a MADRINA is a lovable GODMOTHER, but for drunk-fucks like DEREK WATERS and the intrepid Juanito Guanavacoa, a Madrina is more kin to the lingo of “LA COSA NOSTRA” in the sense that a “Godfather” is the leader of a Rock and Roll Bandof a Big Olive Oil Brand, a BIG OLIVE OIL BRAND! Not of a Rock and Roll Band.
La MADRINA, which was usually a guy, (Willie GEIST) who aspired to BECOME A POLICIA JUDICIAL FEDERAL in the old Mexican Regimes of LUIS ECHEVERRÍA ÁLVAREZ, JOSÉ LÓPEZ PORTILLO, MIGUEL DE LA MADRID HURTADO, AND CARLOS SLIM… perdón CARLOSSALINASDEGORTARÍ, in this sense (RAQUELITO) LOS y LAS MADRINAS did all of the dirty work for the Judiciary Police; LOSMADRINAS STOLE INFOR MATION, KIDNAPPED, BEAT, TORTURED, EXTORTIONED, KILLED… and DISAPPERED BODIES; and of course TAMPERED EVIDENCE FOR THE “JUDICIALES,” which Chris Matthewsand STUPID HOLLYWOOD LIKE TO REFER TO THEM AS: “LOS FEDERALES.”
Soooo… “Cousin Joe” in recap, LAS MADRINAS OCCUPIED A PERIOD OF “NORTH AMERICAN –STRATEGIC– HISTORYthat spanned from the “DARK DAYS” of The NIXON administration, and all the way to the GEORGE HERBERT BUSH WAR MONGERING DAYS.
Anygüey… JON MEACHUM, in recap, THE PATRON SAINT of LAS MADRINAS is MIGUEL NAZAR HARO.
Did you know that it was actually The French, Who Went Ahead and Invented La… OPÉRA COMIQUE, right in front of La Soupe Populaire?
The following must be read in a BRI-WI VOICE…
Elvis Presley, “The King” himself is a good, if not a prime example of the Mexican Underworld Concept of “UNA MADRINA”, which is not necessarily a snitch; far from it –BRONTIS– because the latter enters into a deal with the prosecuting side of “LAW ENFORCEMENT,” while “UNA MADRINA” is a “whispering and listening post” for prosecutors who give the MADRINA something in return –like impunity– instead of “immunity”, which is the form of kickback for the snitch.